Striking out from a slightly different angle from our usual format, we recently came across the hacked version of the Wiki entry (since taken down by some spoilsport) for Warren G’s early 90s Hip Hop classic ‘Regulate’, where an anonymous editor, taking the Wiki style guidelines rather too literally, has provided a delightful synopsis of the song (posted below alongside the lyrics).
|Sample from “Young Guns” (1988)
Regulators! We regulate any stealing of his property and we damn good too. But you can’t be any geek off the street; gotta be handy with the steel if you know what I mean – earn your keep! REGULATORS!!! MOUNT UP!
|Warren G (spoken):
It was a clear black night, a clear white moon
Warren G was on the streets, trying to consume
Some skirts for the eve, so I can get some funk
Just rollin in my ride, chillin all alone.
|On a cool, clear night (typical to Southern California) Warren G travels through his neighborhood, searching for women with whom he might initiate sexual intercourse. He has chosen to engage in this pursuit alone.|
|Nate Dogg (sung):
Just hit the Eastside of the LBC
On a mission trying to find Mr. Warren G.
Seen a car full of girls ain’t no need to tweak
All you skirts know what’s up with 213.
|Nate Dogg, having just arrived in Long Beach, seeks Warren. Ironically, Nate passes a car full of women who are excited to see him. He insists to the women that there is no cause for excitement.|
So I hooks a left on the 21 and Lewis
Some brothas shootin dice so I said “Let’s do this”
I jumped out the ride, and said “What’s up?”
Some brothas pulled some gats so I said “I’m stuck.”
|Warren makes a left at 21st Street and Lewis Ave, where he sees a group of young men enjoying a game of dice together. He parks his car and greets them. He is excited to find people to play with, but to his chagrin, he discovers they intend to relieve him of his material possessions. Once the hopeful thieves reveal their firearms, Warren realizes he is in a considerable predicament.|
Since these girls peepin me I’ma glide and swerve
These hookers lookin so hard they straight hit the curb
Won’tcha think of better things than some horny tricks
I see my homey and some suckers all in his mix.
|Meanwhile, Nate passes the women, as they are low on his list of priorities. His primary concern is locating Warren. After curtly casting away the strumpets (whose interest in Nate was such that they crashed their automobile), he serendipitously stumbles upon his friend, Warren G, being held up by the young miscreants.|
I’m gettin jacked, I’m breakin myself
I can’t believe they taking Warren’s wealth
They took my rings, they took my rolex
I looked at the brotha said “Damn, what’s next?”
|Warren, unaware that Nate is surreptitiously observing the scene unfold, is in disbelief that he’s being robbed. The perpetrators have taken jewelry and a name brand designer watch from Warren, who is so incredulous that he asks what else the robbers intend to steal. This is most likely a rhetorical question.|
They got my homey hemmed up and they all around
Ain’t none of them seeing if they going straight pound for pound
I gotta come up real quick before they start to clown
I best pull out my strap and lay them busters down.
|Observing these unfortunate proceedings, Nate realizes that he may have to use his firearm to deliver his friend from harm.|
They got guns to my head
I think I’m going down
I can’t believe this happenin in my own town
If I had wings I could fly
Let me contemplate
I glanced in the cut and I see my homey Nate.
|The tension crescendos as the robbers point their guns to Warren’s head. Warren senses the gravity of his situation. He cannot believe the events unfolding could happen in his own neighborhood. As he imagines himself escaping in a surreal fashion, he catches a glimpse of his friend, Nate.|
Sixteen in the clip and one in the hole
Nate Dogg is about to make some bodies turn cold
Now they droppin and yellin – it’s a tad bit late
Nate Dogg and Warren G had to regulate.
I laid all them busters down, I let my gat explode
|Nate has seventeen cartridges (sixteen residing in the pistol’s magazine, with a solitary round placed in the chamber and ready to be fired) to expend on the group of robbers. Afterward, he generously shares the credit for neutralizing the situation with Warren, though it is clear that Nate did all of the difficult work. Putting congratulations aside, Nate quickly reminds himself that he has committed multiple homicides to save Warren before letting his friend know that there are females nearby if he wishes to fornicate with them.|
Now Nate got the freaks and that’s a known fact
Before I got jacked I was on the same track
Back up, back up cause it’s on
N A T E and me, the Warren to the G.
One of them dames was sexy as hell
|Warren recalls that it was the promise of copulation that coaxed him away from his previous activities, and is thankful that Nate knows a way to satisfy these urges. Nate quickly finds the women who earlier crashed their car on Nate’s account. He remarks to one that he is fond of her physical appeal. The woman, impressed by Nate’s singing ability, asks that he and Warren allow her and her friends to share transportation. Soon, both friends are driving with automobiles full of women to the East Side Motel, presumably to consummate their flirtation in an orgy.|
I’m tweaking into a whole new era
Step to this, I dare ya
Funk on a whole new level…
|The third verse is more expository, with Warren and Nate explaining their G Funk musical style. Warren displays his bravado by daring anyone to approach the style. There follows a brief discussion of the genre’s musicological features, with special care taken to point out that in said milieu the rhythm is not in fact the rhythm, as one might assume, but actually the bass. Similarly the bass serves a purpose closer to that which the treble would in more traditional musical forms. Nate displays his bravado by claiming that individuals with equivalent knowledge could not even attempt to approach his level of lyrical mastery. Nate goes on to note that if any third party smokes as he does, they would find themselves in a state of intoxication almost daily (from Nate’s other works, it can be inferred that the substance referenced is marijuana). Nate concludes his delineation of the night by issuing a threat to “busters,” suggesting that he and Warren will further “regulate” any potential incidents in the future (presumably by engaging their antagonists with small arms fire).|
What strikes us is the unsuspected breadth of the song (all within a compact four-minute frame), ranging from Warren and Nate’s sensational adventures on the East Side through a touching fable of brotherly love and even a musicological exegesis of the G-Funk sub-genre of Hip Hop!
And you can see and hear it ALL here – trust us, it’s worth it!